That alleyway where we part ways
Where all the homeless broken hearts
They glance upon us with disgrace
To see an end which never starts
Your lips were dry, your eyes had strayed,
Far from my skin and warm embrace
The trap that you and I had laid
We both fell in with poisoned grace
And now that you and I are gone
What’s left is but that empty time
The ink with which this tale was drawn
Has dried by this venomous rhyme
-Anas Merchant
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Author:
Anas Merchant (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2026 12:50
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
"Parting tis such sweet sorrow" someone once said. There is pain and at the same time nostalgia in this poem. Lovely
You have such whole hearted responses for every poetic work, much appreciated
Your response to my response is touching itself an indication of the sensitivity of a poet.
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